Page 96 of Knot a Bad Idea
Skylar and Devyn both gawk at me.
“Um…”
“Come on. It’stwo daysbefore my wedding, and Ipersonallycalled you. I didn’t even use my assistant! You can’t say no to the bride two days before her wedding! If you don’t do it for me, do it to make Pack Axton regret losing you, at least.”
I should say no. I should let this be a clean break, and forget about everyone and everything related to Donovan, Liam, and Hunter.
The contract doesn’t matter anymore, so the wedding doesn’t, either.
“Sounds good,” I choke out.
“Great! Sophie will reach out to you to coordinate. See you there!”
Kelly ends the call, and I stare at the phone in my hand, wondering what the fuck I just agreed to.
“Holy shit, was that their ex?” Skylar blurts.
I nod. “Yeah. I guess she wants them to suffer as much as I do. She wants me at the wedding.”
“And what did you say?” Devyn asks. “Did you say you’re going?”
I nod slowly. “And it looks like I’m going to need your help dress shopping.”
Devyn squeals so loud I cover my ears.
The restof my shift goes by in a blur, with plans for Skylar to come over for dinner as I break the news about the wedding to my mom.
I still can’t believe I agreed to go. Sophie reached out almost immediately after I hung up with Kelly, and we’ve coordinated a driver to take me to their place.
From there, we’ll go to the harbor where they keep their yacht.
And it’s all happening intwofucking days.
Skylar joins us at the dinner table that night as my emotional support, but my mom isn’t surprised at the news.
“If anything, it shows that you keep your word and aren’t afraid of them,” she says. “It shows your character.”
I frown. “Really? You don’t think it’s ridiculous of me to show up after not speaking to them?”
My mom shakes her head. “I think you’re an adult woman who makes her own choices. You exude strength in everything you do.”
I raise my eyebrows. “Mom, come on. Don’t be ridiculous.”
She places her fork down and looks at me pointedly. “I’m not. Whether you go or don’t go, I’ll support you. As long as you’resafe.”
“I still can’t believe those assholes haven’t even tried to apologize,” Skylar mutters.
“I mean, I did change my number, to be fair,” I say.
She shrugs. “Yeah, but they could at least…” She pulls out her phone, taps the screen, and inhales sharply. “Oh, shit,” she whispers.
There’s a knock at the door at the same time, and my mom stands from the table to answer it.
But I’m too focused on Skylar’s panic to be bothered with whatever my mom is doing.
“What’s wrong?” I whisper. “What happened?”
“I just got a text from Vincent,” she says, frowning. “Um, I don’t know how to tell you this…”